Wolfe watched patiently as the first truck came into view, overloaded with people, and pulling a trailer loaded with more people, both with backpacks loaded all over the sides and the metal hoops that would usually be covered in tarps to keep the weather out.
They had grabbed whatever they could carry, and then found a spot to hang it on the truck after they had packed everyone in as tightly as possible for the journey westward.
They were sure to be in rough shape even if they weren't injured after standing for an entire day pressed into a truck bed like that, but they were here and alive, and for the refugees, that was the part that mattered the most.
"Welcome to the Fae Forest. If you have injured, please bring them forward first. We have food and water here if you need it, and we have arranged boats to bring you to the village." Wolfe greeted them as soon as the truck stopped.
